Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.